these laws which came to birth into clear air or heaven fathered by none other than olympus, no mortal of nature gave them birth. oblivion can never lay them to rest. god is great in them and he does not grow old. overbearing breeds the autocrat. overbearing, surfeited yet not satisfied with ill-gotten, unprofitable wealth. it climbs to the top of the citadel and plunges to an inescapable doom where their useless foot fails. but i pray that god will never relax an ambition that serves the state. i shall never fail to hold the god as our defender. [music] if for the works of his hands or the words of his mouth, any man who is haughty has no fear of justice, does not honor the god's shrines, if he will not seek his gains with justice or hold back from irreligious acts, if he rationally touches things taboo, mere evil destiny cease him for his ill-starred bride. in a state like that, what man can boast to shield his life from the gods' arrows? if such behavior is honored, why should i join the ritual dance? [music] no more will i go on pilgrimage to earth's central inviolate shrine, nor t